Okay so this story completely just busted out of nowhere, but yeah, it has A LOT of twists and turns and I cannot WAIT to write it all down in words!

SHIPS: No, read to find out. It’s just too nuts.

Plot: 7th year; Dumbledore’s alive; crazy story, seriously.

Chapter One

It was the first day of classes in the golden trio’s last year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione breathed a breath of fresh September air, as Harry and Ron groaned. Their first class was about to start. Breakfast had just ended. Just their luck: they were stuck with double Potions with the 7th year Slytherins. Hermione, who did despise the Slytherins, was still happy enough to be getting back to lessons. While making their way to the dungeons, the trio saw Luna Lovegood, their old friend, walking down the hall wearing an especially odd pair of earrings.

“Hello Luna,” Harry said very politely, as always.

“Why hello Harry; watch it, that’s a Nargle!” Luna exclaimed frightfully.

She had caused Harry a fright, and he had jumped the slightest bit when she said it, but when he saw that she was only joking, he laughed. “Nice to see you Luna; hurry…you’ll be late for class.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to Snape’s dusty, grungy old dungeon classroom for double Potions. As they walked in, they noticed something written on the board that had never been there before…

“Sit down. Shut up. You will be assigned Lab Partners this year. They will be your partners all year long, every day of Potions class. You will sit next to them, do all assignments with them, and study for and take tests with this person. Please wait to be assigned.”

Ron and Harry both took in gasps of air, both hoping to miraculously be paired with Hermione, both knowing they wouldn’t be. Suddenly, Severus Snape whisked into the classroom in his usual dramatic, gothic air. Everyone’s mouths shut, and they all took their seats, not a sign of respect, but more of fear.

“Unless you are all complete imbeciles, which I’m aware some of you very much are,” Snape made a pointed look at Harry, Ron, and Neville, all sitting within a close vicinity of each other, “Then you have read the board. You will have yearlong Lab Partners in this class. It is a new tradition I will be starting with my seventh year class because, as you all should know, when you get out of school, most jobs require some kind of teamwork. Thank GOD I get to work alone…I couldn’t stand working with the likes of you.” He snarled, and everyone rolled their eyes.

“10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. Don’t roll your eyes at me like that.” Snape growled. Injustice was a routine in this class. The whole class had rolled their eyes, but of course Harry would be the only one to be punished.

“Alright, moving on. Let me get on with it and call out the Lab Partners:

Dean and Lavender
Seamus and Parvati
Blaise and Goyle
Crabbe and Millicent
Ronald Weasley and Pansy
Potter and Mr. Longbottom
Ms. Granger and Draco…”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all in disbelief. Harry liked Neville as a person, but he was bound to fail the class now; Ron hated the guts out of Pansy; and Hermione, especially Hermione, was fuming. Snape knew how much she hated Draco Malfoy. She hated everything about him from his blonde hair, to his arrogance, to his smug, pointy face. She violently flung her hand up in the air.

“Yes, Ms. Granger? Is there a problem?” Snape asked, a twisted grin flickering behind his thin lips.

“I object to being partnered with Draco Malfoy.” Everyone gaped at her. No one would have thought she would have openly done this.

“And what reasons do you have behind that Ms. Granger?” Snape snarled.

“For one, we have hated each other since first year, we won’t work well together. Two, he is always calling me a Mudblood. Three, I really can’t stand him and I would end up doing all the work,” Hermione took a deep breath at the end, as she hadn’t breathed since she began her rant.

Snape grinned malevolently, “Five points from Gryffindor for disrupting class. Maybe you and Mr. Malfoy can learn to get along.” Hermione was in disbelief at this outrage. Draco looked just as angry sitting next to Goyle, but he didn’t dare speak up to Snape as Hermione had. He thought, “Wow, now I’m going to have to put up with the Mudblood all year long…fantastic.”

Two hours later, emerging from the class, Hermione was still fuming. I can’t believe it. Starting next week when we have Potions, I will have to sit next to Draco Malfoy and put up with his snide, cruel remarks. He’s just so…so…” Hermione struggled for the right words.

“Conceited?” Harry offered.

“Pig-headed?” Ron added in.

“Rude, cruel, embarrassing, self-centered, obnoxious, pureblood obsessed, ridiculous…oh I just can’t stand him!” Hermione exploded. At just that precise time, Snape walked past them.

“Tisk, tisk, Ms. Granger…outbursts in the hall…I think that’ll be an additional ten points from Gryffindor.”

As soon as Snape was out of earshot, Hermione called him all sorts of names that can’t possibly be mentioned. Meanwhile, Draco was fuming as well, venting to Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise how ticked off he was at the whole situation.

“You wait till my father hears about this; I mean honestly, what does Snape think he’s playing at, putting me with a Mudblood? It has to be some kind of joke; I mean come on, he knows I hate the girl..."

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Man, seriously. I love the ideas I have for this FF, so please keep reading.


-Breana